Avatar and Parties
So very soon I'm not going to have my computer temporarily. Things I need to get fixed, and Best Buy is going to whisk my laptop far, far away. I might cry.
I decided to commemorate this with a journal post. Possibly followed by a few more up until I get off my butt and go drive there. Because it's SO very far away. -sarcasm- We had massive amounts of snow today though. It came in over the top of my uggs when I ran back and forth between my house and Aunt Kathy's this evening.
Anyway, I saw Avatar with Dora last night. 3D movies suck ass. My eyes wanted to kamikaze themselves afterwords, with my brain shortly following; it hurt so very bad.
Dora kept singing Pocahontas songs to me- I would have sung along if I remembered any of them over the throbbing in my head. That movie did mimic Pocahontas a lot though. It was probably supposed to. I kept going, 'no, don't kill Grandmother Willow!'
James Cameron pushing his environmentalist agenda angered me. They returned to their dying planet my ass. You couldn't give the human race a little bit of hope? Really, dude? We had to either assimilate with the giant blue people or die in a toxic fog? Jerkoff. He should get together with James Patterson and start a James'-Who-Need-To-Stop-Preaching-To-The-General-Population-Like-They-Lack-Any-Sort-Of-Brain-Matter club. I don't appreciate being preached to. I have a decent IQ man; I can understand a message when it's wrapped all nicely and not force fed down my throat.
Ahem. I'm sorry. I have residual anger over the Maximum Ride books.
Aunt Kathy's Christmas party was tonight. Well, that was exciting. Not.
My mother decided to yell at me for no apparent reason, which sent me over the edge sobbing for two hours. I refused to go to the party with blotchy face and no makeup (which was a good call, because I met potential job people and needed to look hot- which I did). So I showed up two hours late, and only after my mother called to nag and my aunt called to say, come, give me a big hug, and then go to the bar and get a big, stiff drink. Have I mentioned I love my aunt? My boyfriend also attempted to cheer me up, but for the most part was epic fail at it. He made me cry MORE. Eventually he started shaping up though, toward the end. I laughed.
At the party, the cute-sick kid came up and started talking to me, and I had no idea who he was at first. My clues to his identity were his standing next to whom I knew was his father, his obvious knowledge of who I am, and when he started detailing his hospital stay to me. Poor guy. He grew though man- he's six foot fucking six now. It's ridiculous. I was wearing like, four inch heels and was still four inches shorter than him.
Actually it was kind of hot. I see why Dora likes super tall guys.
Anyway, after he had to leave, the party went downhill. And he had to leave so early because of the massive amount of snow we had, so I basically only got to hang out with him for like, an hour. Super sad making. I was flirting.
Ugh, which is horrible, btdubs.
I must subconsciously categorize guys immediately in my head when I meet them- they're either ugly, and thus solely friend material; which I then deal with in two ways- they can be ugly and not crush on me, which is rare (god, I'm a horrible person) and appreciated. Or they're ugly and do, in which case I deal with them a different way. The second category is pretty boys, who I immediately thing of as more than friend material- and deal with them on the basis of whether they're interested (score), not interested (bummer), or taken (double bummer, but hey, potential!). All of which is terrible, because I'M TAKEN. But it's like, a mental block I'm trying to rise above. I like having male friends who are attractive and not interested in me!!! Really; I need some of them; I always end up either getting to shy to pursue being friends or...y'know...dating them.
Gah. As a side note I find the guy who plays Reid in Criminal Minds ridiculously attractive. Geek seems to be my type. Geek and Jerk. When combined, even better. *coughJaycough*
To end this post on a positive note, I'm intensely happy I finally have a full outline for Swagger Like Us. Okay, not an outline- I don't do those; but a brief one sentence summary of what happens every chapter, which at least gives me a direction. I always knew where I was headed with it, but I didn't have a clue what was going on in the middle chapters, which sucked.
I'm trying to update before the inevitable loss of my laptop. We'll see if I do.
I decided to commemorate this with a journal post. Possibly followed by a few more up until I get off my butt and go drive there. Because it's SO very far away. -sarcasm- We had massive amounts of snow today though. It came in over the top of my uggs when I ran back and forth between my house and Aunt Kathy's this evening.
Anyway, I saw Avatar with Dora last night. 3D movies suck ass. My eyes wanted to kamikaze themselves afterwords, with my brain shortly following; it hurt so very bad.
Dora kept singing Pocahontas songs to me- I would have sung along if I remembered any of them over the throbbing in my head. That movie did mimic Pocahontas a lot though. It was probably supposed to. I kept going, 'no, don't kill Grandmother Willow!'
James Cameron pushing his environmentalist agenda angered me. They returned to their dying planet my ass. You couldn't give the human race a little bit of hope? Really, dude? We had to either assimilate with the giant blue people or die in a toxic fog? Jerkoff. He should get together with James Patterson and start a James'-Who-Need-To-Stop-Preaching-To-The-General-Population-Like-They-Lack-Any-Sort-Of-Brain-Matter club. I don't appreciate being preached to. I have a decent IQ man; I can understand a message when it's wrapped all nicely and not force fed down my throat.
Ahem. I'm sorry. I have residual anger over the Maximum Ride books.
Aunt Kathy's Christmas party was tonight. Well, that was exciting. Not.
My mother decided to yell at me for no apparent reason, which sent me over the edge sobbing for two hours. I refused to go to the party with blotchy face and no makeup (which was a good call, because I met potential job people and needed to look hot- which I did). So I showed up two hours late, and only after my mother called to nag and my aunt called to say, come, give me a big hug, and then go to the bar and get a big, stiff drink. Have I mentioned I love my aunt? My boyfriend also attempted to cheer me up, but for the most part was epic fail at it. He made me cry MORE. Eventually he started shaping up though, toward the end. I laughed.
At the party, the cute-sick kid came up and started talking to me, and I had no idea who he was at first. My clues to his identity were his standing next to whom I knew was his father, his obvious knowledge of who I am, and when he started detailing his hospital stay to me. Poor guy. He grew though man- he's six foot fucking six now. It's ridiculous. I was wearing like, four inch heels and was still four inches shorter than him.
Actually it was kind of hot. I see why Dora likes super tall guys.
Anyway, after he had to leave, the party went downhill. And he had to leave so early because of the massive amount of snow we had, so I basically only got to hang out with him for like, an hour. Super sad making. I was flirting.
Ugh, which is horrible, btdubs.
I must subconsciously categorize guys immediately in my head when I meet them- they're either ugly, and thus solely friend material; which I then deal with in two ways- they can be ugly and not crush on me, which is rare (god, I'm a horrible person) and appreciated. Or they're ugly and do, in which case I deal with them a different way. The second category is pretty boys, who I immediately thing of as more than friend material- and deal with them on the basis of whether they're interested (score), not interested (bummer), or taken (double bummer, but hey, potential!). All of which is terrible, because I'M TAKEN. But it's like, a mental block I'm trying to rise above. I like having male friends who are attractive and not interested in me!!! Really; I need some of them; I always end up either getting to shy to pursue being friends or...y'know...dating them.
Gah. As a side note I find the guy who plays Reid in Criminal Minds ridiculously attractive. Geek seems to be my type. Geek and Jerk. When combined, even better. *coughJaycough*
To end this post on a positive note, I'm intensely happy I finally have a full outline for Swagger Like Us. Okay, not an outline- I don't do those; but a brief one sentence summary of what happens every chapter, which at least gives me a direction. I always knew where I was headed with it, but I didn't have a clue what was going on in the middle chapters, which sucked.
I'm trying to update before the inevitable loss of my laptop. We'll see if I do.